Feeling Small

IMG_0754 A few days each week, I journey into Manhattan NY. I do this to earn a living, not because I love Manhattan. I used to love being in the city, but those days are over. It isn’t exciting anymore, it is just busy, noisy, and really dirty. Some tell me it is because I’m getting too old to enjoy the city, but I think I’m just getting too smart to have to put up with chaos and pretend to enjoy it. To those who love the fast life, I am happy you have a place to go.

Frankly, when I’m in the city I feel very small. There are probably ten million people all around me, most of them moving at a pace that defies understanding. The huge buildings preclude sunshine, which I am sure is not the best for the human race. 

Went to the Grand Canyon once and really felt small there too. But it was a good feeling of being awe struck instead of being struck by a taxi. I know we all have our personal preferences and I am happy this beautiful planet provides so much diversity. The exploration of our life is also a place of diversity and if we can simply enjoy the moment we are in, then the journey becomes quite an exciting adventure. I simply like my adventure more when I’m away from the city. 

In my book FOREVER YOURS, a couple explores the adventure of life from college in the 60’s to retirement in the 2000’s. Of all my books, this is the one I enjoyed writing the most as it was about my generation’s journey. Take a look at Amazon to see all my books. BookCoverPreview.do

What??!!

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My profession in life is a psychotherapist for individual and couple counseling. Over the years there have been a lot of very interesting conversations and a few of them spun my ability to remain professional.

One time, over a year ago, I had a new client who came into my office and commented on how she liked my candle in the corner. I always keep a candle lit in the office to remind myself there isn’t enough darkness in the universe to put out light, but that’s another story.

Anyhow, my new client looks at the candle for a minute and then smiles at me and says, “I like incest.”

That got my attention rapidly.  “How long has this been going on?”,  I asked. The client replied, “I think since I was young, but I’ve liked it more in the last few years. I love the way it makes my house smell.”

At that point I was completely lost, worried about patient rights, concerned about reporting this if there was a victim involved and wondering what in the world to do next. The client then smiled and said, “I like the ones that smell like frankincense the most.”

I had sudden understanding. My client didn’t say she liked “incest”, she said she liked “incense”. Obviously the session went much easier once I made this distinction. Never did share the story with her, didn’t want her to know how weird her therapist really was.

My book “Psych” is a very interesting journey through some psychological insight. It is more frightening than my “incense” client. Click here for more information. front cover pic 2

 

Writer’s Analogies

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As an author, I spend a lot of time reading other peoples work to get an idea of how they approach their art. It is amazing how some people create words and sentences that make little or no sense. For example: “Last October 30 people disappeared without anyone being notified, except possibly the last people who saw them disappear.” What??

The ones I really love are analogies. Good analogies act like mirrors to give us an additional perspective on a subject. (That was an analogy) Or perhaps we could say a good analogy brings life to a thought like spice brings new flavor to a meal. (hmmm, not sure I liked that one). Here are some I have found that really make me wonder:

  • She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
  • The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
  • McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.
  • From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and “Jeopardy” comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
  • Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Like nose hair after a sneeze!!!!! Not a line from Hemingway for sure.

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My book series “Catch and Release” and “Hook, Line & Sinker” are really great. No analogies, just truth. LOL

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